attn: Miss Molly Seagrim

Feb 13, 2008 17:45

It's past midnight when he arrives outside her room, with which location he is reasonably acquainted, and knocks very lightly upon her door. Although he's dressed, it's less immaculately than usual, and his neatly braided queue is undone and his hair loose at his shoulders. He leans rather heavily on his stick.

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youngandhealthy February 14 2008, 02:51:44 UTC
She's still awake and (perhaps fortunately) alone. Putting on a dressing down, as she's not sure who she's receiving, she comes to answer the door. Her eyes widen when she sees who it is. "...sir?"

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heartofbirds February 14 2008, 20:54:46 UTC
Less immaculately is, to be honest, putting it mildly: his shirt is untucked, his waistcoat unbuttoned and swinging freely, and he has no coat and no shoes. "Dear child," he says, with a smile that's half a grimace; and even he and all his self-possession can't hide the fact that he looks old, and exhausted.

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youngandhealthy February 14 2008, 23:12:43 UTC
"Sir, sir!" She slips herself under his arm and starts moving him into her room. "What has happened to thee."

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heartofbirds February 15 2008, 18:58:48 UTC
"Nothing, really, nothing at all, I am to be honest quite all right--I hope I did not disturb you, child?"

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youngandhealthy February 15 2008, 21:53:03 UTC
"Nay, not at all. Come, sit."

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heartofbirds February 21 2008, 23:07:17 UTC
"You must forgive me," quietly, as he allows himself to be led.

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youngandhealthy February 21 2008, 23:12:20 UTC
"Of course. Here." She settles him in a chair near her bed. "Do ye need a blanket? Tea?"

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heartofbirds February 21 2008, 23:20:42 UTC
"Tea would, I think, be a blessing, if you won't go to too much trouble."

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youngandhealthy February 21 2008, 23:22:02 UTC
"Nay, no trouble. Sit there." And she moves to put it on, her electric kettle her favorite steal from the kitchen.

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heartofbirds February 21 2008, 23:23:41 UTC
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Linden settles carefully in the chair and rubs his eyes with his fingertips. With his queue unbound, the grey in his hair is more obvious than ever, and it's hard to remember he's only about twenty-nine.

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youngandhealthy February 21 2008, 23:25:46 UTC
"What happened sir? Did someone hurt ye?"

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heartofbirds February 21 2008, 23:30:48 UTC
"No, no, nothing like that. I shouldn't, I'm afraid, have even bothered you."

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youngandhealthy February 21 2008, 23:33:37 UTC
"Nay, stop it, sir. Ye look a fright, and ye need a rest if nothing more."

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heartofbirds February 21 2008, 23:36:52 UTC
"That may be difficult to come by."

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youngandhealthy February 21 2008, 23:40:28 UTC
"Why, sir?"

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heartofbirds February 21 2008, 23:43:21 UTC
"I--" A pause. "I have very bad dreams."

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